Sunday had to be a top, top day to be "Wazza" Rooney. He reached the top of the tree, without a doubt. He achieved something that all footballers in this country aim for, something that we all dream of as kids.

Yep, Wazza would have gone down to breakfast in the England hotel to find he was the lead news on both the front and back of the Sunday newspapers.

Two goals as England hammer some Eastern European no-marks in an international friendly at Wembley mean his ugly mug is plastered all over the back pages. Meanwhile, the front pages are filled with tasty photos of his fit-as-a-fiddle WAG Coleen, who it seems is pregnant for the first time.

Wazza must have been swelling off big-style. I bet he was a right cocky little sod over his croissant on Sunday. Even more so than normal.

Being front-and-back page news on the same day is the Holy Grail for footballers like me. For some of us, it is one of the main reasons we get into football. It must be an amazing feeling, knowing that all the other stories in a newspaper are basically second in importance behind you and your missus.

All that boring political stuff, all those celebrity kiss-and-tells, all those wars in countries you can't even pronounce the name of - all that crap, stuck in the middle of a Wayne Rooney news sandwich.

When it happens, you must really know that you've arrived in the world. It's all well and good being a famous face among football fans, like I am. I'm not knocking it, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't swap it for all the tea in Amsterdam.

Being stopped in the street and asked for your autograph by some snotty 10-year-old boy is a nice feeling. It happened to me in a shopping centre just last week and I'll admit, it made me feel special, made me feel important, you know?

Some kid in his school uniform comes up to me as I'm walking out of Debenhams, hands me a piece of paper and a biro and asks for my autograph.

"I can do better than that, kid," I says, pulling out a black permanent marker pen I happened to have in my pocket. I turned him around and scribbled in huge letters on the back of his school shirt: "All the best, your best mate, Pharrell Bell."

The kid almost had tears in his eyes when he turned around again. Made me feel well good, like a priest or Nelson Mandela might feel when they do good deeds for people. And the girl I was with was well impressed, too. She showed me just how impressed she was when we got home.

But being loved and admired by 10-year-old football fans and their dads is one thing: being famous enough to be front-page news as well, that is something else completely, isn't it?

Men read the back pages of newspapers, Women read the front. That's the way it has always been and until I crack the front pages, my name is never going to be first on the lips of the fine ladies of this nation - and it is they who decide important stuff like who is going to be a success on Strictly Come Dancing and I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here.

I suppose the closest I have come to being front page news was when I had that brief fling with that girl from Hollyoaks, but she has done so many footballers before and since that my name just tends to get lost in the list.

I mean, don't get me wrong, me and the lads have done plenty of things wild enough to bring us front-page headlines, but we have always managed to keep the stories under wraps, thank God. Believe it or not, there are some things you don't want to be in the newspapers for.

I was a firm believer in the phrase "No publicity is bad publicity" - until some girl does a kiss-and-tell on "Cashley" Cole, who pukes up in the back of her car and tells her she "should feel privileged".

Having that plastered all over the papers hasn't done Ash many favours, has it? Perhaps I should just be content being on the back pages, at least for now.

If I manage to bag myself a really top WAG, it might be different. I suppose when I get myself a famous girlfriend, I need to start setting my sights a bit higher in the publicity stakes.

And people might not realise it, but despite all my muscles and testosterone I do have a sensitive side as well. Call me an old romantic, but I can't think of anything more beautiful than have my wedding featured in OK! or Hello! magazine.

A beautiful white wedding, with a gorgeous WAG riding down the aisle on a unicorn as Elton John plays Candle in the Wind on a big piano. That's the sort of front-page publicity I'm aiming for.

I want that to be one half of my first ever Pharrell Bell news sandwich.

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